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About Cyrii

  • Birthday 08/15/1989
  1. Cyrii

    Ylesia

    [NPC Post] Cyrii strode away from the shack he had set up to help the refugees repair their broken electronic devices and was fiddling with a long cylindrical contraption. It looked like a launcher, but the cylinder wasn’t hollow. It was a mostly solid tube filled with a lot of odds and ends. There were multiple exposed components and a few wires that didn’t look connected, but after a few moments, Cyrii shuffled around with a happy chirp. He waddled to a mostly empty space and looked both ways before pushing a large red button at the base of the tube-like contraption. Oke, wektu kanggo nyoba iki! << Okay, time to try this out! >> Immediately nearby objects started to shake. Cyrii made a confused chirp and banged the side of the metallic device with a free hand. Then, after a slight whirring noise, the machine started a deep pulsing thrum, and all manner of objects shot toward the little Jawa with great speed; a chair, a chest, cups from a table nearby, melee weapons, blaster rifles, and anything else that was not nailed down all shot toward Cyrii with alarming speed. Cyrii chirped sounds of panic as he tried to shut the device down. He fiddled frantically with frenetic fingers and finally found a way to stop the machine. However, physics being what it is, and several of the objects being too large to stop, Cyrii got clocked on the side of his body by a strong metal chair. It echoed with an audible clang and brought the little Jawa to the ground. Sing ora kaya sing direncanakake... << That did not go as planned. >> [NPC Post]
  2. Cyrii’s nose and face twitched with nerves. The blistering bolts of red fire burned into his back with harsh biting sensations, but he ignored them. He chittered and fussed as he scoured the droid for bolts to twist and turn. Each joint was another vulnerable spot and Cyrii would hit them all. He climbed, with mild difficulty, all over the droid. He even clung underneath the droid while it was trying to shoot him. It was an interesting time, but Cyrii was nearing the end of his rope. The blood soaked brown robe sagged to the ground and started to tear him from his charge. He didn’t let go. The fiery determination that sprouted deep in his chest, was something Cyrii had only felt once before when he was saving his friend. She didn’t know him or understand why he tried to help her, but Cyrii would never forget that day. She was the only big person to show kindness to Cyrii. And something of her generosity would always stay with him. The fact that any goodness was left in the galaxy, was enough for Cyrii to fuel his crazy tirade. When the last bolt fell, Cyrii cried in relief before plopping to the ground. Steam rose from his body and his golden eyes dimmed. I did it… Thank you, Emily, for your strength. ((3))
  3. The explosion was alarming. Cyrii’s eyes were glowing with after-images and he drunkenly avoided most of the rifle blasts. He caught one in his robe and fell over, sand rushing past his face like one million tiny insects ripping pieces of his furry face off. The Jawa could barely feel his legs, but he would still endure. Whatever happened here, he had to find his clan. They would know a way out of here. They would know what was going on. And if they didn’t, at least THEY wouldn’t shoot at him… A lot. He didn’t really leave on the best of terms, but he was sure that after a great deal of apologizing, he would be welcomed back with semi-open arms. He just had to find a way past this droid. Wait… Droid! I’m a Jawa! I know droids! Cyrii cheered inwardly but grumbled when another stray bolt hit him in the foot. Thinking quickly, the Jawa rolled to his feet and he limped quickly to a large dune. He reached into his bag and pulled out his hydro spanner. He could hear the droid cursing in the sand even through the delirium that clouded his mind. The metal sound was so familiar that Cyrii could internalize how the droid’s leg and arm joints were working. When the droid had made it close enough to start firing again, Cyrii closed in with his hydro spanner and started to work feverishly at the droid’s chassis. ((2))
  4. “FIRST UP! WE HAVE THE DESERT CONTESTANTS: DORDJOOBA THE HUTT, CYRII of CLAN KKAK, HK-52 and, my personal favorite, KEENAVA OOTUNAVI!!!” _________________________ Cyrii’s mind wandered. All he could remember was the bag over his head. He didn’t know where he was or what was going on. All he saw, were blue skies and sand. Yes, the sand was stormy, but he didn’t care. MY HOME?! He thought, naively. The sheepish Jawa was so ecstatic by the potential of returning to his homeland, that he scurried around with fiendish alacrity to find his sand crawler. Utinni! He cried, glee spread all over his features. Certainly, he missed his misfit friends. But this, this was amazing. He never thought he’d find his way back home so soon. In fact, he was so excited, that he slammed headfirst into a metallic knee joint and hit the ground with an audible thud. A small cylindrical device rolled out of Cyrii’s pouch as an unintentional report and Cyrii vaguely recalled what the device might have been. Before he could retract his foolish accident, however, he found himself face to face with the barrel of an E-11 blaster rifle. Umm… whoops? Cyrii mused. The barrel was close to his face. He could just make out the glowing blue photoreceptors through the sand. -gulp- ((1))
  5. Cyrii

    Space

    The Shiny Sprocket survived its first flight successfully. The only problem was, they didn't have a pilot. It was an interesting conundrum that, normally, would drive them back to the planet. This problem was rectified fairly easily however, when they found a sleeping Sullustan vagrant in one of the stockrooms. He was shocked to be apprehended by six small aliens, but he capitulated to their assault. He was just trying to find a comfortable place to sleep and he thought the junker wasn't going to fly. When he said junker, the misfits grumbled, but they still looked on him with some level of sympathy. It wasn't long ago that they all needed a home too. < Cyrii asked, using the Jawa Trade language. The Sullustan looked to him with genuine curiosity, mingled with fatigue. "I... I can fly. Why?" The Sullustan asked warily, suddenly recognizing that he wasn't on Coruscant anymore. "Oh." Cyrii nodded and then echoed his request in the Misfit gesture language. They repeated with eagerness and looked to the Sullustan for his response. The Sullustan felt ambushed, but he could also feel a stirring deep in his stomach. It could have been sympathy. Or it could have been gas from the vermin he ate the night before. He honestly couldn't tell. But something about the group assembled before him was endearing. Something about their persistent kindness to him, even though he had accidentally stowed away on their ship, felt warm and welcome. Soft tears sprang to his big eyes and he smiled, his facial flaps twitching with an old barely used expression. "Yes." The Misfits cheered and scattered around the ship with quick feet. They went back to work assembling the kitchen, the bar, the stage, the instruments, and the droid workshop. Meanwhile, Tomtom the Sullustan, took his post at the helm and smiled again as he watched them work. R4-C1112 rolled up on new wheels to sit beside the Sullustan. It was an old astromech model that had seen better days. It booped with a lower frequency, indicating a problem with its audio projectors, but it functioned pretty well, all things considered. A heavy lifting droid stood off to the side and shifted every once in a while, but was relatively silent otherwise. It was an interesting crew and an even more interesting ship. But it was a new beginning for all of them. It would be the start of a beautiful enterprise. No matter what trouble came their way, the Misfits would persevere!
  6. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    A slightly dusty old man, who was only headed toward the Cantina for a drink, passed by the Jawa who seemed on death's door. He wasn't a highly valued doctor, nor a well renown surgeon, but he knew first aid and basic medicine. He also seemed to be the only one around that even noticed the little fellow on the ground. Ordering a drink to go, the man came back and lifted the horrifically beaten Jawa upon his shoulder and began to walk toward his house.
  7. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    Finally, when the thugs were done with the Jawa, they hurled one last punch and threw his body toward the Cantina door. They didn't care where he landed and they didn't really care how he ended up. "The blasted Jawa got what was coming to him," one of the thugs said as he and his friends walked away. Cyrii couldn't really control his breathing and although he was discarded, he couldn't move. He hurt all over and although he needed help, even if he didn't know what help exactly, no one seemed to notice him at the door as they entered and exited the Cantina.
  8. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    Cyrii had no strength to defend himself and was forced to the sandstone wall again and again. The pain began to numb, but he was pretty sure it wasn't due to his lack of pain, but his lack of blood and his lack of consciousness. He wasn't even perceptive enough to feel the warm tears as they flowed from his eyes. Several of the blobs stopped for a moment as they dug through his body and retrieved what looked to be even smaller silver blobs. They were taking his... his collection. Cyrii couldn't stop himself from sobbing even more. He wanted them back, but he couldn't fight for them. He struggled to find strength in his limbs, but there was no feeling left. The thugs were relentless and didn't seem to mind that they were beating him to death. They didn't stop; they didn't reconsider their consciences. The only thing that remained consistent was the arc of each of their fists as they came crashing down on Cyrii's body where it lay. He was losing hope... He couldn't win and fighting wasn't helping. Maybe it would be better if he just resigned and let himself go. Maybe then they would stop. The big people were confusing and ruthless at times and Cyrii could never really understand all of the mysteries of their world. Maybe he would come back again... Maybe he would meet the other big person again. The one with the shiny stick. He hoped she made it out okay... Finally the thuds started to come less and less, but Cyrii wasn't sure if that was because he couldn't feel them or if he was slowly going away. Either way... It was a slight relief, even if only slight.
  9. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    Ouch... Cyrii had managed, after a handful of minutes, to lever himself on his elbows. His head was still swimming and although his robe was still mostly intact, he was bleeding heavily on the inside. His stench seemed to have drawn any potential physician away, so no big person really stopped to help him, but they didn't really step on him either, which was a plus. His head was increasing in wooziness and he couldn't really make out solid shapes. All he could see were big gold blobs with red flecks, which consequently drew his attention away from the pain he was feeling. It didn't however, warn him of the large men that came toward him and picked him up rather roughly. They spoke in loud rambling tones and in Cyrii's infirm state, only really succeeded in making him even more dizzy. Whether or not he understood though, was irrelevant. Cyrii was moving and he didn't really know where he was going. _________________ A few moments later, a gang of thugs carrying a Jawa that had already seen the business end of pain, came walking around the edge of the Cantina. They shoved themselves into an alley and proceeded to take out their frustration on the little creature. Upon closer inspection, one of the thugs was missing a couple of fingers and had a hideously burned face. Another thug, had burn marks all up and down his body and a broken wrist. Sharp shrill noises came from the alleyway, followed by loud thudding and cracking sounds.
  10. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    ((Neat, thanks.)) Pain... Lots of pain splintered throughout the Jawa's body. He wasn't really schooled in medicine, but Cyrii was pretty sure that large parts of his body were broken or splintered. He could still breathe, which was helpful, but it hurt to move. From what he could still see, through his foggy consciousness and his fading vitals, the people he saw around him were okay although they seemed a bit frazzled, reasonably so. Even the big person was okay and although she was fading from his weary eyes, he was glad she was okay. The same couldn't really be said for him, but he knew all about things that went boom and the consequences for jumping in front of them. So, he didn't really feel emotionally conflicted. Not that it was really his thing to feel emotionally conflicted. Still... Conflict or not. He hurt, so much and his sight wasn't really consistent.
  11. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    Cyrii's befuddlement was replaced with a feeling of urgent terror. Something bad was going to happen, he was sure of it, and he had to get away quickly. He looked frantically back and forth, as if the thought wasn't really real, but it didn't go away. So, he shuffled a little, scattering more sand around. He looked up at the big person he had been following before and said bye in his native tongue, waving his hand as he went. However, when he began to shuffle off, he tripped once more on something nearby and one of his explosives flew from his robe and hit the sandstone walk at the big person's feet and began to activate. Cyrii panicked and waved his hands in the air rapidly. He didn't want it to go boom, but it was going to go boom. The big person was going to be caught in the boom. It would be terrible mess, unless... Cyrii's thoughts were almost powerful enough to make him leave, but he fought against them and ran back to the big person as fast as he could, trying to push her out of the way of the active explosive. He knew she might not want him there, but it was his clumsy that made the mess and he had to fix it; he even tried to kick the detonator away, but he didn't kick it far enough and he figured it was better to try to prevent damage then to push it further down the road. He cheeped and made loud noises, increasing the magnitude of his scent to ward people off, because he knew how bad it would be. All the while, he was griping at himself for making such a clumsy mistake. Whether he managed to get the big person to move or not, Cyrii grabbed a big piece of wood nearby and just stood his ground at the big person's feet. Then, when the bomb exploded, the Jawa leaped up, but a little forward in the air, catching the brunt of the blast and helping to push the big person away from trouble, by providing his body as not only a dampener, but an extra amount of pressure. ((I understand you could use the force to push it away and I apologize if this comes a little close to RPing your actions, but I was kind of going off the assumption that the bomb was detonating and you were paying more attention to your mission than the danger, because your force affinity was still a little fuzzy... If not, I will edit. Send me a PM before you post so I know, Please? Thanks. ))
  12. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    All of a sudden, Cyrii had a change of perception. His attention shifted from the shiny stick to something else and he had the sudden impulse to go off to his sandcrawler... Only... He didn't remember where it was. He turned back to the big person, tried to shake out a bit of the sand from his spill on the ground and replaced his detonator, but seemed to stall there for a few moments scratching the top of his hood, as if it were a physical representation of his head. He looked around both ways and then just looked back up at the big person with befuddlement written in his expression, even if it wasn't really easy to see in his golden yellow eyes.
  13. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    Cyrii was a little frazzled as he was stumbled over, but he looked expectantly back at the big person in the hopes that it got her attention. The only problem is, that it did get her attention. She stuck her big arms out and waved them around stating a word that Cyrii heard very often, "Shoo." Cyrii often got that word mixed up with another word that sounded similar in the big people language, but he didn't really have a firm grasp of what either of them meant. So, instead of heeding her command, because he didn't properly understand it, he followed her through the city, with his eyes peeled on the silver thing she carried with her. He wanted to hold it, or see it... Tinker with it? Something. He didn't really care. Still, even though he didn't have much in the way of a deductive mind, he managed to possibly, maybe perceive that this big person was trying to avoid him. It didn't really offend him to figure that out, because many big people tried to avoid him, but this was different. He wanted the thing and he was prepared to give anything to get it. What would it take? Cyrii wondered for a moment silently to himself as the big person leaned down and grabbed a robe and draped it over herself much like Cyrii and the other Jawas around. It was an interesting thing and the Jawa didn't really understand it, except possibly in the terms of his own people. The big person didn't really seem to be wearing much clothing before in the blistering heat and to cover itself it must do what it can. The move didn't really phase Cyrii's curiosity either, because he didn't lose her scent and was able to track her even with the robe. He just needed to figure out what it would take to get the shiny thing. The big person sort of stopped once more at a crux in the road leading to a place where big machines were kept. A place where big machines took people off world. So this was his only chance. Cyrii took a chance and ran to keep up with the big person. He reached for something in his pockets and ended up tripping over the big person's foot. Sand puffed around him as he slammed into the ground and almost destroyed the inside of his hood. He immediately regretted his move and tried to pick himself up without causing much trouble, but there were huge cakes of sand everywhere and it weighed him down. He looked for sympathy from the big person, but knew it had none. Instead, he took a thermal detonator from his pocket, shined it up on his sleeve and blew the dust out of it. Then he held it up and pointed to the silver light stick. He tried to say barter in the Jawa trade language, but it came out slightly different. The pronunciation was such that most who knew the Jawa trade language would understand, but otherwise Cyrii was making a small chattering noise and holding a very nice, but slightly dusty thermal detonator to the big person in front of him. Upon closer inspection, one would find that Cyrii has increased the blast radius of this particular grenade and slightly adjusted the magnitude. He had to sacrifice the magnitude for greater range, but it still had its uses. Cyrii looked expectantly at the big person in the hopes that his trade was enough.
  14. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    Cyrii looked up with a quizzical expression that wasn't really easy to see through his hood. He was standing at the feet of two big people discussing and then without much precedence, the person who wielded the red stick tossed it to the other big person who was slightly softer. Then, he ignored Cyrii and went off toward the entrance, catching a wandering Jawa of another clan. Cyrii almost saw it as justification to leave, but he was still interested in the light stick. It was pretty and shiny... And he just wanted to see it and maybe hold it a little bit. Maybe? The Jawa stood silently next to a big person who wasn't wearing much clothes. ((Emily)) He didn't really speak and since the other man seemed to ignore him, he didn't particularly value his impression upon this particular big person. Still... He waited and wondered if the big person was willing to permit his curiosity.
  15. Cyrii

    Tatooine

    It was a particularly slow day for salvage for the Jawas of the Kakk clan. After years of pillaging the wastes of the Dune Sea you would think that there would be nothing left and hence everyday would be slow, but the Jawas kept finding things wherever they were and never gave up. It was their lot in life after all and they didn't really mind it. Still, with their sandcrawler parked a few clicks away from Mos Espa, a small squad of Jawas started rolling into the city in the hopes of finding work. Whether they had the fortune of finding easy prey to swindle, or were lucky enough to find a person in need of salvage at negotiable prices, they just put themselves out there in the hopes of attracting attention. They all grouped together though, because each individual had a small problem going anywhere by themselves. Well... Everyone, except Cyrii. Cyrii was slightly smaller than the rest of them and although they remained in a tight nit group, Cryii's curiosity often led him outside the huddle. Cyrii did return after most of these little detours, but a large concentration of yelling and screaming drew his attention. The others of his tribe made noises at him as he left for the sixth time, but when it appeared he wasn't coming back, the other Jawas didn't know what to do. They liked each other, but if one of them went off to catch Cyrii, there was no telling what might happen to the rest of them. Tatooine was a dangerous planet; the little people knew it well. Instead, the group kept wandering on and figured that Cyrii knew his way back. If not, they would try to swing by on their way back in the hopes that Cyrii's curiosity was finally sated. Cyrii followed the screaming and the panicking from a good distance. He didn't really have too much success seeing as well in the sun as he did at night, but his hearing was really good. He knew big people were having issues. He just didn't really know why big people made such loud noises. It often hurt to hear, but Cyrii didn't really mind. He like boom, so loud noises weren't really that much different. The Jawa, in his continuing curiosity, waddled further and further toward what appeared to be an amphitheater. He didn't really know what that meant and thought, by the hordes of people screaming, that it was a huge house where big people screamed at each other. It was an odd concept to be sure, but big people probably needed some place to let out anger. That way, they don't let it out on others. Right? Cyrii stopped for a moment at one of the entrances as a large metal man ran through the entrance nearest to him. He was almost going to run after the shiny man, when he saw a glowing red light. Immediately the Jawas simple mind glued to the bright red illumination without cause. He couldn't really stop his legs from moving that direction at that point, even through the panicked people and although he lost sight of the red light at one point or another he pressed on. He did have to bob and weave occasionally, but being as small as he was gave a certain advantage in crowds. Finally when it seemed he had caught up to the light, it vanished. There was a hissing sound, almost like air escaping from a malfunctioning droid, but Cyrii didn't really make the connection. He did however notice that what had made the red light, was currently in some man's hands. It was small and silver-ish and difficult to see completely through the man's grip, but easy enough to imagine. Cyrii looked on in amazement at the object as if it were some sort of deity. Then, when the big man passed the device to another, the Jawa's attention switched with it and that is when Cyrii noticed that the big people were talking to one another. He didn't really know all of what they were saying, because he hadn't boned up on his general speak, but that didn't change his perceptions. He saw a silver doodad being passed around and it made a pretty light. He was really close to asking for it and reaching out a hand at it, but he decided against making a sound and instead twiddled his gloved fingers around a little bit. There appeared to be anger in the big people's eyes and words. Cyrii had seen it before in some of his brothers and sisters, but big people were different. Big people got violent when they got angry, so Cyrii did not say anything for fear of drawing the anger to him.
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